Saturday, January 8, 2011

Life Of Person With Throat




The music of Simple Mindes
the door
he
naked
lips flowers in her hands saturated me
out the wind
magician of veils and leaves
run hands
nymphs of eclectic elegant spaces of shade.

Sing overflowing river algae
rain of monsters
drowned in the depths
magic wins
behind my hips and you grab the last fig sugar
juicy delicious bottle

Hands
yet I'll take you between mist veils fluttering
discover
to revive naked bodies
lips to touch the tiger
hear breaths chasing notes
rides foaming
supine bodies
lascivious movements hands belt

Hold still
and between the legs lead me to the labyrinth of voices
where everything is eco
dilated run whence
immersed up to the last sip.

Take the arms
'll stay tied
breath in your breath
timeless kiss infinite

feet between fleshy herbs
voluptuous appendices of this hellish cage
dark cave burning desire
still buried under endless
digression of ecstasy
fragile complaint
your fingers
seek
tread
fleshy hood
prison enormous pleasure.

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